Where the Heart Went Back Home 3
Pair: Becky Lynch X Finn Balot
Plot: Becky wakes up on Finn’s couch to the smell of pancakes and finds Finn and Roux cooking together, giving her a rare moment of peace. After breakfast, they drop Roux at school, but when they pick her up, she’s upset and won’t talk. Back at Finn’s house, Roux finally tells him a kid made fun of her because Seth posted hurtful things about Becky online. Finn comforts Roux, then finds Becky pacing and breaking down over her daughter being dragged into the drama. He hugs her until she calms and kisses her forehead — right before a knock at the door interrupts them. Finn opens it to find Seth smirking
okay so um… part 3 was really heavy to write?? like it’s soft and domestic at first, but then everything hits at once — roux getting hurt, becky breaking down, finn stepping in the way he always does. and i had “Orange Juice” by Noah Kahan playing the whole time because it just fits that quiet healing vibe. it’s gentle and sad and hopeful all at once, which is basically this whole chapter.
it’s becky trying to hold everything together. it’s roux needing safety. it’s finn showing up in the exact way she needs.
this part is messy and emotional but also… warm. and i hope y’all feel that too ♡ 🥺💕😊
Becky woke slowly, the kind of slow where your body remembers comfort before your mind does. She blinked, rubbing her eyes, realizing she was still on Finn’s couch — wrapped in a thick wool blanket that smelled faintly like cedar and laundry soap.
For a moment, she didn’t move.
She just breathed.
No yelling.
No tension.
No heaviness pressing on her chest.
Just quiet.
And then—
She smelled pancakes.
Warm, buttery, sweet.
The kind Roux loved.
And she heard laughter — Roux’s bright, bubbling giggle echoing from the kitchen.
Becky pushed herself up, blanket falling off her shoulders. Her hair was messy, her eyes still tired, but her heart felt… lighter.
She padded down the hallway, bare feet soft against the floor.
When she reached the kitchen doorway, she froze.
Roux was standing on a little step stool, holding a whisk twice her size, stirring pancake batter with intense concentration. Finn stood behind her, one hand gently steadying the bowl, the other guiding her wrist so she didn’t fling batter everywhere.
“Slow circles, Little Champ,” Finn said softly. “Not tornado circles.”
Roux giggled. “But tornado circles are fun!”
Finn laughed. “They are. But they make a mess.”
Roux gasped. “Mommy makes messes too!”
Finn smirked. “I know.”
Becky leaned against the doorframe, watching them — Roux’s curls bouncing as she stirred, Finn crouched beside her, patient and gentle, letting her help even though it would’ve been faster to do it himself.
It was… cute.
Too cute.
Her chest tightened in that warm, aching way she couldn’t quite name.
Finn glanced up and saw her.
His smile softened. “Morning, Becks.”
Roux turned around so fast she nearly dropped the whisk. “MOMMY! Finn is letting me cook!”
Becky smiled — tired, but real. “I see that.”
Finn nodded toward the counter. “Sit. We’re almost done.”
Becky walked in slowly, heart full, eyes soft, feeling something she hadn’t felt in a long time:
Peace.Finn flipped the last pancake onto the stack just as Roux finished stirring the batter with dramatic flair.
“Look, Mommy!” Roux announced proudly. “I made pancakes with Finn!”
Becky smiled, sliding into a chair. “I see that, baby.”
Finn set the plate on the table. “She’s a natural. Might steal my job.”
Roux gasped. “I wanna be a pancake wrestler!”
Finn laughed. “Honestly? You’d win every match.”
They all sat down — Becky with her tea, Roux with her chocolate milk, Finn with his coffee. Roux dug into her pancake like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted.
“Finn,” she said through a mouthful, “you make good pancakes.”
Finn winked. “Only for my favorite people.”
Roux giggled so hard she nearly spilled her milk.
Becky watched them — watched Roux’s joy, watched Finn’s patience, watched the way he made everything feel lighter. Her chest warmed in a way she hadn’t felt in months.
When breakfast was finished, Becky wiped Roux’s face with a napkin.
“Alright, sweetheart,” she said gently, “you need to get ready for school.”
Roux’s smile dropped instantly. “But Mommy… I wanna stay with Finn.”
Finn crouched beside her, brushing a curl behind her ear. “Hey, Little Champ… you gotta go learn stuff so you can teach me later.”
Roux pouted. “But I wanna stay.”
Finn tapped her nose. “Me and you can have Roux and Finny time when you get home from school. Okay?”
Roux’s whole face lit up. “Really?!”
Finn nodded. “Really.”
Roux squealed and ran down the hall to get dressed, yelling, “I’m gonna wear my dinosaur shirt!”
Becky laughed softly. “She loves you.”
Finn shrugged, smiling. “She’s easy to love.”
Becky’s breath caught — not romantically, just emotionally. Softly. Honestly.
Becky stood, gathering the dishes, but Finn gently took them from her hands.
“I got it,” he said. “You’ve done enough.”
Becky swallowed, her voice quiet. “Finn… thank you. For letting us stay. For being so good to her. For… everything.”
Finn looked at her — really looked — with that warm, steady expression she remembered from Ireland.
“You don’t have to thank me, Becks,” he said softly. “You and Roux are family to me.”
Becky’s eyes stung, but she didn’t cry. She just nodded, letting the truth of his words settle in her chest like something she’d been missing for a long time.
The drive to Roux’s school was quiet but warm. Finn sat in the backseat with her while Becky drove, helping Roux zip her backpack and fix her curls. When they pulled up to the drop‑off line, Roux hugged Becky tight, then threw her arms around Finn’s neck.
“I’ll see you later for Roux and Finny time!” she chirped.
Finn grinned. “You bet.”
She ran toward the school doors, dinosaur backpack bouncing, waving at them until she disappeared inside.
Becky exhaled, hands still on the steering wheel. “Okay… that wasn’t as hard as I thought.”
Finn tapped the roof lightly. “Come on. Switch seats.”
Becky blinked. “What? Why?”
“Because,” Finn said, walking around to the passenger side, “I wanna take you somewhere.”
Becky hesitated for half a second… then nodded. “Okay.”
She slid into the passenger seat, Finn taking the wheel. He didn’t say where they were going, just drove — quiet roads, soft morning light, the kind of peaceful silence Becky hadn’t felt in months.
After a few minutes, Finn turned onto a narrow road that wound up a hill overlooking the city. Becky recognized it instantly.
A lookout spot.
The kind they used to sneak off to in Ireland.
Finn parked, turned off the engine, and stepped out. Becky followed him, the breeze brushing her hair as they walked toward the edge of the overlook.
The city stretched out below them — rooftops, trees, the faint shimmer of morning sun on windows.
Becky’s breath caught.
Finn stood beside her, hands in his pockets, eyes soft.
“Becks,” he said quietly, “remember what we said to each other the last time we were in a spot like this? Back in Ireland?”
Becky froze.
Her chest tightened.
Her breath hitched.
She swallowed, voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” she said. “I remember.”
Finn looked at her — not pushing, not expecting, just… remembering.
“You said you loved me,” Becky whispered. “And I said it back.”
The wind moved around them, soft and familiar, like Ireland all over again.
Finn didn’t speak.
He didn’t move closer.
He just let her stand there with the truth — the one she’d buried, the one she’d run from, the one that had never really gone away.
And Becky felt it — that quiet, aching honesty settling in her chest like something she’d been missing for years.
Becky stood at the lookout, the wind brushing her hair, the city stretching out below them like a quiet reminder of everything she’d been carrying.
Finn looked at her — steady, warm, familiar.
“Becks,” he said softly, “I’ll always be there for you. No matter what.”
Becky’s breath caught.
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face into his shoulder. Finn held her immediately — one hand on her back, the other steady at her waist, grounding her in a way she hadn’t felt in years.
Her voice trembled.
“Finn… you always had my heart.”
Finn closed his eyes.
Becky swallowed hard. “Seth… he just— I don’t know. We got caught up in each other. That’s all. It wasn’t… it wasn’t what this was.”
Finn didn’t speak.
He didn’t push.
He just held her, letting her breathe, letting her say the truth she’d buried for years.
Becky pulled back slowly, her hands still on his arms. Finn’s face was close — too close — the kind of close where you can see every emotion he’s trying not to show.
They weren’t kissing.
They weren’t leaning in.
But the moment was heavy, suspended, full of everything they never said.
Becky’s breath hitched.
Finn’s eyes softened.
The air between them tightened — not romantic heat, just emotional gravity, the kind that says this is leading somewhere even if it’s not happening now.
And then—
Blue lights flashed behind them.
A police cruiser rolled up the hill, tires crunching gravel.
“Hey!” an officer called out. “This area’s closed off for maintenance. You two alright?”
Becky jumped slightly, stepping back from Finn.
Finn cleared his throat. “Yeah, we’re good. Just leaving.”
The officer nodded and drove off slowly.
Becky exhaled, shaky. “Well… that was timing.”
Finn gave a small, knowing smile. “Seems the universe likes interrupting us.”
Becky looked out over the city again, heart pounding — not from romance, but from truth. From honesty. From everything she’d finally let herself say.
Finn stood beside her, hands in his pockets, giving her space.
But he stayed close enough that she could feel him there.
Just like he promised.
The drive back to the school was quiet. Becky sat in the passenger seat, Finn driving, both of them still carrying the weight of what happened at the lookout. When they pulled into the pickup line, Roux climbed into the backseat with her dinosaur backpack…
But her face was wrong.
No smile.
No bounce.
No “Finnnnn!” squeal.
Just silence.
Becky turned around immediately. “Hey, sweetheart… what’s wrong?”
Roux stared out the window, lips pressed tight, eyes shiny. She didn’t answer.
“Roux?” Becky tried again, softer. “Baby, talk to me.”
Nothing.
Finn glanced at Becky, then at Roux through the mirror. “Little Champ… you okay?”
Roux’s chin wobbled — but she still didn’t speak.
Becky’s heart twisted. “Okay. We’ll talk at home.”
Roux didn’t look up.
The moment they walked inside, Roux went straight to the guest room and climbed onto the bed, curling up with her dinosaur plush. Becky followed her, but Roux turned her face away.
“Sweetheart,” Becky whispered, kneeling beside the bed, “please tell me what happened.”
Roux shook her head hard. “No.”
Becky swallowed, hurt but patient. “Okay. I’ll give you a minute.”
She stepped out, closing the door gently.
Finn was waiting in the hallway, concern written all over his face.
“She won’t talk to me,” Becky whispered.
Finn nodded. “Let me try.”
Becky hesitated… then nodded. “Okay.”
Finn stepped into the guest room quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed. Roux didn’t look at him at first — she just hugged her dinosaur tighter.
Finn spoke softly. “Hey, Little Champ… you know you can tell me anything, right?”
Roux sniffled.
Finn waited.
After a long moment, Roux whispered, “Someone at school said something mean.”
Finn’s chest tightened. “About you?”
Roux shook her head. “About Mommy.”
Finn’s jaw clenched — but he kept his voice gentle. “What did they say?”
Roux wiped her eyes. “They said… Daddy put something bad about Mommy on the intranet. And their mommy saw it. And they said Mommy was… Mommy was…”
Her voice broke.
Finn moved closer, not touching her, just being steady. “It’s okay. You can tell me.”
Roux swallowed hard. “They said Daddy wrote that Mommy was selfish. And mean. And that she only cares about herself.”
Finn closed his eyes for a moment, fighting the anger rising in his chest.
Roux sniffled again. “And they said… Daddy said Mommy broke our family.”
Finn’s heart cracked.
He leaned forward, voice low and warm. “Roux… none of that is true. Not one word.”
Roux finally looked up at him, eyes full of hurt. “But Daddy said it.”
Finn shook his head gently. “Sometimes grown-ups say things when they’re sad or angry. But that doesn’t make them true.”
Roux’s lip trembled. “Mommy didn’t break anything.”
Finn nodded. “You’re right. She didn’t.”
Roux whispered, “I don’t want people to be mean to Mommy.”
Finn’s voice softened even more. “I won’t let anyone be mean to her. Or to you. Ever.”
Roux crawled into his lap without hesitation, hugging him tight. Finn wrapped his arms around her, holding her like she was the most important thing in the world.
Becky stood quietly in the doorway, tears in her eyes — watching Finn comfort her daughter in a way that made her chest ache with something deep and familiar.
Finn found Becky pacing in his living room, her hands shaking, her breathing uneven. She kept running her fingers through her hair, stopping only to press her palms against her eyes.
“Becks,” Finn said softly, stepping toward her, “did you hear what she said?”
Becky stopped pacing. Her voice cracked. “Yeah. I did.”
She swallowed hard, tears already forming. “I didn’t want Roux dragged into this. I can take it. I can take anything he throws at me. But she can’t. She’s just a kid, Finn. She’s my kid.”
Her voice broke completely.
“Why would he do that…?”
Finn’s jaw tightened, but he kept his voice gentle. “Becks—”
“It just hurts,” she whispered, finally letting the tears fall. “It hurts so much.”
Finn didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug, arms wrapped around her like he was trying to shield her from the entire world. Becky clung to him instantly, fists gripping the back of his shirt, refusing to let go.
She buried her face in his shoulder, shaking. Finn held her tighter, one hand on the back of her head, the other steady at her waist.
“It’s okay,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”
Becky stayed there until her breathing slowed, her body relaxing against him. When she finally pulled back, Finn brushed a thumb under her eye and pressed a soft, steady kiss to her forehead — nothing romantic, just comfort, grounding, the kind of affection she hadn’t felt in years.
Becky exhaled shakily.
And then—
A loud knock at the front door.
Finn’s entire body stiffened. He stepped away from Becky and walked toward the door, shoulders tense, jaw clenched.
He opened it.
And froze.
“You motherfucker,” Finn growled.
Becky’s heart dropped. She rushed forward, stopping beside Finn.
Seth stood in the doorway.
Smirking.
Like he owned the moment.
Like he wasn’t the reason Roux cried.
Like he wasn’t the reason Becky broke down in Finn’s arms.
His eyes flicked between them.
And that smirk grew.
To Be Continued
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